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“She cradled it with her lips to slowly suck the thick, dark chocolate covering, before letting it enter her mouth completely.”F. Leonora Solomon, ‘Chocolate Covered’ from Chemical Sex Anthology

Chef, Ellie Masters, in my novella A Taste For Three, has a complex relationship with food. It is comfort and succour for her, as well as being sensually satisfying. I wanted to delve into this idea by inviting someone to talk about their personal relationship with food.

There was only one person I wanted to ask to do this guest post. This lady has a beautifully sensual writing style and I know she is a fellow food lover. So I asked, and she answered – “of course!” – because that’s how kind and generous she is. So without any further ado, here’s F. Leonora Solomon….

I am not a scientist, but I do believe there is a strong correlation between personality and appetite. Since I am not a scientist, I am going to give you life examples. I have a voracious and expansive appetite, and love to try new (combinations of) food. I eat high and low brow, I am not a complete food snob. Cooking is a favorite pastime of mine as well. To me, if you like to eat, the desire to prepare food should be intuitive. Maybe I should say I have a fascination with food, in some ways I treat it like it is sacred. I never eat on the run, I always sit down and savor my meals.

I had grasshopper salt on a margarita once, and ate delicious rabbit at a cafe in Quebec. As a omnivore, I do not think I should be elitist about what types of living things I consume—well, to a point. I would not like to be eaten, or to eat another human…not ingested I should specify! Additionally, I respect people who do not have a diet like mine. I have found bliss via vegetarian and vegan cuisines. I love exploring food.

People have judged what I eat, but it does not bother me. It is personal, the same way sexual desires are. I think sex should be explored the same way food is, without limitations, and with a willingness to try things that do not sound like they would be otherwise appealing.

My one food snobbery? I have to say I cannot connect deeply with a man who does not like chocolate. To be fair, I am open but I have never been able to. Eating chocolate…I wish you could see me for a demonstration…imagine my mouth is wide open. I am reaching far back with my finger, to the spot where chocolate dissolves like an orgasm on my tongue.

Pause.

Okay, I am back. I cannot intimately connect with a man who does not like chocolate. I have good friends and family who don’t, and that is fine. I am not intimate with them. This is not to say that I have not been attracted to men who do not like chocolate, but there is something in their constitution that always fails me. And the chocolate thing is not a deal maker either. I have liked men who do like chocolate, but combined with other attributes, it was not successful.

One man made fun of me for my “fancy” palate and I dislike people who make fun of me for basic characteristics. Well, I dislike being made fun of in general, and he made a sport of it for a lot of things, including my writing, and he did not even know what I write.

The Chocolate Show that I attended in New York dispelled some notions I had about chocolate, I met some people there who were not what I expected chocolate lovers to be like at all…But chocolate still works as a fool-proof barometer for me of where things can go with a man. There are other factors. It is not an exact science, because I am not a scientist!

I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did. A BIG thanks to Leonora (you should totally read Chemical Sex it’s a brilliant anthology – see my review here) and now I’m off to suck on some chocolate, maybe lick it and nibble it a bit – you know – just because it makes me feel good 😉

The blindfold was soft against her skin. She kept turning her head to see if it was totally secure – hoping and dreading that she’d see who was going to walk through the bedroom door. The material moved a little but never enough, brushing the tips of her eyelashes as she searched the darkness.

She tugged at the ropes tied around her wrists and ankles – no give there. She was held fast, spread wide, and she’d never felt so vulnerable in her life. The only thing keeping her here, the only thing stopping her from shouting out and ending this, was the excitement that coursed through her body.

She could hear them. Deep, low male voices. One was familiar, the other was not. It was the latter that she strained to catch, desperately wanting it to come closer, to whisper in her ear.

Breathing deeply, she tried to calm herself down, it helped to some extent. She closed her eyes and embraced the darkness rather than fighting it. She was so aware of her body. It had been disconcerting to begin with. Now she tried to catalogue each muscle, tensing and relaxing them until she felt that she had a tenuous hold on the edge of her control.

She watched her control slip out of her grasp when she heard the door open. She went very still, trying to track the movements in the room.

“You were right,” said the unknown voice after a brief, agonising moment.

She turned her head in the direction of the deep sound, surprised by the soft, lilting Irish accent – wanting to hear more.

“She’s stunning. She has my imagination running riot.” His words were a little husky now and they made her bite her lip.

“Tell me what you have in mind.” Her man demanded conversationally.

She heard the rustle of clothes being removed, a belt buckle jingling, a shoe being tossed across the floor. There appeared to be a gratifying haste behind their movements now.

“Well, I want to play with those pretty breasts – they’re gorgeous. God, those nipples were made to be sucked. I want to lick and bite them, make them cherry red and hard.”

Her nipples instantly tightened and she felt her breasts move with her ragged intake of breath – loving knowing their eyes were on her.

“Go on…”

“First, I want to taste that pussy. Look how wet she is already. Jesus!”

“She does look pretty wound up. I suppose I should let you have her then.”

She didn’t know which was the stronger emotion: mortification over them seeing the evidence of her arousal so clearly, or the need to spread her legs wider. She let a little whimper slip out.

Every beat of her heart pulsed between her legs as she felt the bed dip by her feet. She prayed to every god she could think of that they wouldn’t make her wait much longer. She felt big hands run up the inside of her taut thighs and she felt warm breath ruffle her curls just before a gentle finger ran down her slick folds.

“Oh!” The first contact was a shock, even though she’d been preparing for it, but it felt good – really good.

“Show me.” Her man was hungry, she could hear it. Knowing he was watching this scene play out fed her arousal until her heart banged hard in her chest and her pussy ached.

Irish spread her folds until her clit stood out swollen and needy; his breath touched her just before his lips. He kissed her softly right on it, once… twice. Then his hot, wet tongue circled until she strained against the ropes, letting loose a long, low moan.

Her man chuckled. “Greedy girl. She wants it, make her wait a little longer.”

“I want a proper taste anyway – need to get nice and deep to do that.”

She felt his big hands go underneath her arse, lifting her as much as the rope would allow. He licked the length of her before spearing his tongue deep inside her, his face pressed firmly against her. In and out, swirling around her tightly clenched channel.

There were so many sensations she was struggling to compute them all. His nose pressed just below her clit, she needed it just a little higher. Tugging on the ropes she tried to move on him, but it wasn’t possible and she felt that potent, stab of panic at her lack of control. She needed to come so badly now it had taken over her body.

Hands touched her breasts, squeezing and pushing them together. Her man’s voice in her ear, “Relax, baby and take it.”

His mouth was on her tight nipples, sucking and licking. Pressing them together he moved from one to the other, licking into the deep V of her cleavage, leaving her skin wet and ready to take him.

As he straddled her chest and pushed his hard cock between her breasts, Irish withdrew his tongue and finger fucked her, while his tongue paid attention to the place that needed it the most.

It was sensory overload. She loved having her breasts used this way, usually loved watching but now she just felt his weight on her, listened to his quick breaths. She felt surrounded – the ropes – his weight – the hands working between her legs. Every cell in her body wanted it and reached for what she knew was coming.

“Please!” She shouted.

“Do it now. I’m going to come on her tits. Make her come then fuck her.”

In the end the words were all she needed. Irish sucked on her clit while his fingers worked inside her and she came apart while the ropes held her tightly in place.

She was still flying when she felt his thick, hard cock sink into her – still floating when she felt her man’s warm wetness on her breasts.

She never wanted to land.

As always, thanks for reading. Take a look at the other Masturbation Monday posts over at Kayla’s place.

Ok, so I googled “sexy chefs” because I’ve got two (Jack & Ellie) in my book A Taste For Three. There’s also a gorgeous guy (Nate) running front of house in the restaurant and what do you know? The first picture I clicked on was this stud muffin.

Michael Chernow – The Meatball Shop

Michael Chernow runs front of house in New York City’s The Meatball Shop. Now I’m not a meatball fan but I’m tempted to book a plane ticket right bloody now.

Restaurants are blatantly a hot bed of sexy goodness and we can’t talk about sexy chefs and not have an Italian in the mix. So here’s my pick…

Simone Rugiati – Cuoche et Fiamme

*cough* He’s wearing those little peppers well I thought.

Another Italian connection would be Giada De Laurentiis, an Italian-born American chef, writer, television personality, and the host of the current Food Network television program Giada at Home. That is one sexy lady!

Giada De Laurentiis

Now, I’ve had a long standing thing for Raymond Blanc and Michel Roux Jr. It’s my love of older men / sexy accents, but then I saw this guy and I think I may be adding another one to my long time crushes.

Claus Meyer – Noma

Noma is in Denmark, it’s cold there in the winter. I can think of a few ways to keep warm with this guy – saunas, hot tubs, rubbing massage oil all over his… ok, I’m going to stop there. Is he gorgeous or what? That little bit of grey in his hair, that mouth… take me away, Claus *swoon*.

One for the Aussies – Cindy Sargon is a successful business woman, wife, mother and TV chef / personality. She is rocking that outfit – gorgeous 😉

Cindy Sargon

Readers in America might recognise this next guy from the programme ‘Top Chef’.

Govind Armstrong – 8 oz Burger Bar

He’s new to me but I’ve just spent a very appreciative few minutes checking him out. He is lovely… what a beautiful smile.

Then last, but not least, there’s my favourite Aussie chef. I’ve had a long standing crush on this guy for like ten years. You haven’t lived until you’ve watched ten seasons of Masterchef! Some of you may ask why… why have you watched ten seasons of Masterchef? Why the hell do you fancy John Torode? The answer is I have no idea, I just do. (I think it’s the way he handles his frying pan…)

John Torode

Do you have a secret sexy chef crush? If so, feel free to post some pics in the comments thread.

If you want to read about two sexy chefs and a hot m/m/f menage then check out my new book A Taste For Three from Evernight Publishing.

Thank you and good night,

Rebecca xxx

PS – if you fancy meeting my sexy chefs and restaurateur here are the links

I love talking about it, cooking it and most of all eating it! This is a family thing. My Mum’s a fantastic cook and we’ve always enjoyed great food at home and loved to eat out.

Now I have two kids and my partner and I are passing that same excitement onto them. They love to eat out and to try foods from different countries. Nothing gets a flurry of excitement like when I announce it’s Fajitas for dinner!

So when I was at university and for a few years after when I moved to another country, I waitressed to earn money while I studied. I’m not going to lie, waitressing is bloody hard work and really punishing on the feet (mine used to tingle weirdly the next morning after a long shift) but I loved it all the same.

There’s a real buzz about a successful restaurant. The chef’s can be temperamental (I’ve seen dinner plates thrown at waitresses), the customers demanding and the bar staff flirtatious. As far I was concerned it was a melting pot of interesting, exciting people and food – I loved it.

Food Porn:

When I started to think about writing a longer story, setting it in a restaurant was the first thing I thought of. Stick to what you know, right? Plus I have worked with some sexy chefs in the past, so the character of Jack is loosely modelled on someone I used to know, but only in appearance. Unfortunately my time working in a restaurant wasn’t half as sexually exciting as Ellie’s in A Taste For Three 😉

Professional cooking is a male dominated world for the most part, I enjoyed writing about a female chef. Erin is a strong and determined character – I like her a lot. I hope you do too.

Jack and Nate, well they’re sexy and dirty in the best possible way. What’s not to love about that?!

Nina Santangeles has decided to give her lovers, Cameron Easton and Alex Gable, their ultimate fantasy. Dressed in a red plaid skirt, cotton blouse, bobby socks, and saddle shoes, she surprises them during a presentation they’re giving for architecture and design students at a university lecture hall, causing quite a stir.

When her men take her back to their hotel suite with the intention of punishing her for the naughty behavior as part of their role play fantasy, how far will she let them go?

ADULT EXCERPT

They each held one of her hands in the hallway. Alex barely closed and locked the door to their hotel suite behind them before he lunged for her, covering her mouth in a hot kiss that surprised her. Her men were always on fire for her, but this was different. Their reaction was off the charts hot, and she had to assume it was the role playing.

She raked her hands over his back and tight ass, moaning into his open mouth. Pushing her hips against him, she wasn’t surprised to find his erection rock-hard. Behind her, Cameron reached under her skirt and grabbed her ass, groaning. Alex’s mouth released hers, and he nipped at her neck.

Nina started to unzip her skirt, but Cameron stopped her. “No. Leave it on, but take off the panties.”

Alex let go of her long enough to allow Nina to remove her panties and step out of them.

Cameron took them from her, and she glanced over her shoulder to watch him bring them to his nose. It was so damn sexy she couldn’t stop the moan.

Nina turned her attention back to Alex and removed his tie, then unbuttoned his shirt. She peeled it off to reveal broad shoulders and fine dark hairs dusting his muscled chest. She loved their bodies. Both men were so damn gorgeous she could never get enough of them.

“You work out, Mr. Gable.”

“Yeah. I do.”

“We both do,” said Cameron.

She ran her teeth over Alex’s nipples as she reached for his pants, unfastening the button above the zipper.

Behind her, Cameron grabbed her ass again. “Oh Christ … Nina …”

“Tell me what you both want,” she said, lifting her gaze to Alex’s eyes.

Alex swallowed hard. “I want to fuck you. Fuck you fucking silly.”

Cameron reached around and grasped her breasts through the cotton top. “I want to fill each of your holes, baby, all night long.” He let go of her breasts and smacked her ass, hard.

Nina moaned. “I want to spank you for being such a bad girl. You interrupted a very

important presentation for us, you know.”

He smacked her ass cheeks again, and she nearly came. “I know I did.”

“Now we need to punish you for it, and we need to fuck you hard for it.”

She giggled, tossing her hair. “Oh, you can fuck me, but I’m not so sure about the spanking part.” She had to pretend to protest something, after all. That had been part of their fantasy, but it was very difficult to get into the role now that she was alone in a beautiful hotel suite with them.

Alex turned her around so fast she nearly fell. He enveloped her in a bear hug from behind that was more sweet than lustful. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

Nina rubbed her ass against Alex’s erection, aching for his dick to fill her, as he nuzzled her neck. “I like you, too, Alex. I like both of you. Let’s get these clothes off you two and see what you have in your pants.”

“In a minute.” Alex nibbled at her neck and reached under her blouse to unhook her bra.

Cameron helped him ease the straps off her shoulders under the fabric, and then Alex tossed the bra on the floor. He grasped her breasts, and Nina moaned loudly.

“Oh God, I love your tits.” Alex’s breath was warm in her ear, and the sensation of his hands on her breasts and his erection rubbing against her ass nearly brought her to orgasm.

Cameron shoved his hand under her skirt and rubbed her clit with his expert fingers, then pushed one inside her pussy. She was so damn wet they wouldn’t need lube. “I love wet pussies.”

Nina closed her eyes and absorbed the sensations of Alex kneading her breasts, his thumbs playing with her nipples, while Cameron finger-fucked her and rubbed her clit with his thumb. Her climax was so close it was ridiculous.

So my book A Taste For Three is out today *little jump for joy*. Evernight Publishing have done an awesome job with it, the cover is gorgeous and the whole process has been really straight forward. A big thanks to the Evernight Team – Stacey Adderley, Sandra Pesso, Jay Aheer et al for making it so easy.

I really want to say a few thank you’s so please bear with me while I do my Oscar acceptance speech… *tongue firmly in cheek if you don’t know me very well*.

Thanks to Kayla Lords for my first guest post on her blog that started me off. The 33 Masturbation Monday posts that I’ve written have been fun, but they’ve also been about me learning how to write. Obviously, this is a continual process and the routine of posting every week has created some really good writing habits, like staying up really late on a Sunday night to finish, squinting at my laptop screen and knowing that nothing is ‘too dirty’ – in fact, the dirtier the better thank you very much! But most importantly, it helped me learn all the different ways I can stand to write pussy, cock and describe an orgasm.

Thanks to the Masturbation Monday community – you know who you are. All the comments and support every week mean so much and you make me feel like I’m not just sending words into the ether. You’re my dirty mates and I love you guys.

I need to specifically thank Emily Dubberley, Kymmie Carlton and F. Leonora Solomon because you ladies rock and I really love you. From day one you’ve been on my side and that is a bloody great feeling. Thank you and I hope you know all that support is reciprocated.

Alison Grieg my wonderful Brit Babes Street Team mate and Beta reader – you read it and it made you blush – that’s good enough for me!

The Brit Babes for their wonderful street team community and their fantastic support of my writing.

Last but not least I need to mention my bloke, Mr Black. He reads pretty much everything that I write; he edits it, comments and if it’s really good… *cough* anyhoo… seriously, the support my man gives me is unbelievable. I wouldn’t have done half the stuff I have without him, we strategize together and plan my next 10 moves, 9 of which I would never have thought of on my own. He helps me navigate land mines on social media and when I’m banging my head on the table wondering why the hell I’m bothering to put myself through the pleasure / pain that is writing, he usually knows what to say to sort my head out. If he doesn’t, he annoys the shit out of me and the resulting heated conversation distracts me enough to get past whatever was blocking me in the first place. I think you’re getting the picture – I completely love this man.

Ok, enough mush.

I’m genuinely not someone who’s comfortable blowing my own trumpet – take that how you will 😉 – but now I’m faced with promoting A Taste For Three without driving you all completely insane. So prepare for blogs about food and sex, sexy chefs, sexy film scenes involving food, a guest post from the very lovely F. Leonora Solomon, and me throwing purchase links around like confetti.

Any sharing you care to do of these promo posts will be very much appreciated.

It’s here at last!! The wonderful Jay Aheer has created a sumptuous cover for my first book A Taste For Three. I really, really love it and hope you do too.

A Taste For Three (m/m/f menage) comes out this Friday 28th August fromEvernight Publishing. Here’s a little taste just for you…

Blurb:

What’s worse than wanting a man she can’t have? Wanting his best friend as well, that’s what. Double the torture, double the sexual frustration, and double the pain in her heart when she desires everything she can’t have.

Chef Ellie Masters has a problem. Not only is she in love with two gorgeous men, but they both just happen to be her bosses. She’s holding back for all the right reasons, but is there a way for them to be together or will their powerful sexual attraction tear them apart?

In the sensual world of their French restaurant, Jack Quinn and Nate Johnson must find a way to level the playing field if they want more than just sumptuous food from their talented chef. Going to work has never been so sexy. A Taste for Three will leave you savouring this delicious menage and wanting more.

Excerpt:

Her gaze moved from one to the other with an expectant look on her face. Her eyes rested on Jack when he leaned forward to rest his arms on the table. His beer was between his big hands and she watched his fingers trace the drops of condensation as they raced down the bottle.

“Us.” Jack’s hazel eyes locked with hers.

She swallowed. Hard. “Us? What do you mean?”

“The three of us. There’s more going on between us than just work.” His words held a note of conviction.

Oh God! He said three. He definitely said three. They couldn’t possibly know that she wanted both of them, could they? How the hell had she given that away? She thought she’d been so professional with them.

“Stop panicking, Ellie. Nothing we say or do from now on will affect our plans for the restaurants.” Nate’s calming words helped to some extent, but she still hadn’t taken her eyes off Jack. He was watching her like he expected her to run at any moment. He looked like he’d enjoy chasing her down and catching her too.

“I don’t understand…”

“We want you, Ellie. We need to know if you feel the same way.” Jack stated.

“We? What does that mean? I…both of you? But…”

“Yes. We want you. We need to know if you feel the same. Would you be prepared to be with us both?”

How was she supposed to respond to that? Nothing in her limited experience with men had prepared her for this conversation. She couldn’t see how anything good—well, apart from the sex—was going to come from this. How were they supposed to juggle working together, fucking, and being in a threesome? She wanted to though, so badly. Oh God, just the thought of having both of them.

But she just couldn’t risk it. What would happen when it was over? How could they possibly remain friends and work together? She’d be completely alone again if she had to leave. Her brain felt like it was in danger of a full meltdown. The temptation to run was strong and before she knew what she was doing, she’d jumped up. Her chair fell back. A distant part of her brain knew this wasn’t the most dignified way to handle this, but her fight or flight response was definitely urging her to get the hell out of there and not make a massive mistake.

She vaguely registered Nate’s shocked expression turning into a fleeting look of distress, but she didn’t get far before a steely arm grabbed her around her waist, yanking her off her feet. She was fairly sure she let out a little squeal as she landed on Jack’s lap.

“What the hell, Ellie?”

“Jack, calm down. She’s obviously freaked out.”

“I get that, but when did running away solve anything? We’re all adults here. If she doesn’t want this, all she has to do is say no.”

“We’ve gone about this all wrong, come on too strong. She’s scared. God, Ellie, we never wanted that. We just want to be with you. That’s all we’ve ever wanted.”

Jack’s arm held her firmly around her middle while his other hand rested on her hip.

Her heart was still trying to beat its way out of her chest, but she couldn’t ignore the heat emanating from his body. The hand on her hip kept gently, rhythmically flexing and releasing. She started to relax as she quietly listened to their words. She could hear the anxiety in both their voices and felt a rush of guilt at how she’d reacted. She was such a naive idiot—but she’d beat herself up for that later. Right now, she needed to make things right with the two most important men in her life.

“I’m sorry,” she said softly. “I’m an idiot. I shouldn’t have tried to run off like that.”

“Jesus, don’t apologize, Ellie.” Nate reached across the table to take her hand. “It’s ok that you don’t want this. We’ll carry on and forget we ever mentioned it. Nothing needs to change—”

Ok, well as most of you know I post every Monday for Kayla Lords’s Masturbation Monday meme, but I’ve also been working my arse off writing a novella which I finished last month, and an anthology of flash fiction and short stories (this isn’t quite finished yet).

I’m really happy to say that I’ve just signed a contract with Evernight Publishing. They’re going to publish my hot, m/m/f menage novella called ‘A Taste For Three‘ in August this year.

I’ll post more details about the story nearer the time of its release.

It’s been a real roller coaster. I only found out they wanted the story a week ago: I’ve already done the blurb, cover art sheet and signed the contract. My head is spinning – I can’t believe how fast it’s moving. Evernight do great covers, so I can’t wait to see what they do for ‘A Taste For Three‘.

I will have a limited amount of ARC copies so if anyone wants one in exchange for an honest review, just DM me @Northerngirl76 or email me rebeccablackwords@gmail.com. I’ll also be looking for blogs to help me blast that baby into the ether. So please get in touch if you’re interested in hosting me around the time of its release. Any support will be greatly appreciated.

Thanks for all your support and encouragement with my writing over the past 24 weeks. Every bit of feedback and every comment has helped and motivated me. You’re an awesome group of people and I feel really lucky to be a part of this little part of the net!

Ok, I’ve got a special treat for you this week. A guest post from Exhibit A who is one of my favourite blogger / writers. It’s part one of two – he’s been a bit of a tease here, but I reckon we can take it! So come back next Monday and have a look at part two. Enjoy!

No Mercy

For the third time in under 10 minutes, I checked the programme and glanced down at my watch. Four speakers still to come. Another four hours of industry analysis, laboured anecdotes, and thinly disguised self-promotion.

“Kill me now,” I mouthed at Scott, who merely rolled his eyes in response. His notebook was filling up with page after page of his neat cursive; my colleagues’ ability to drink in and digest bullshit had never ceased to amaze me, and Scott certainly had no intention of breaking that streak.

My work phone buzzed on the desk in front of me, and I grabbed it like a drowning man clutching at a tossed rope. Oh please, please let there be some sort of emergency back at the office. Angry client, IT failure, building fire – by that point, I’d have taken any of them. Maybe even all three. I thumbed over the keypad and a message flashed up. It was Becky.

“He flew in last night. Be outside my door in 10 minutes. Can’t believe it – so excited.”

I squinted at my phone and reread her text. Sam was officially the one who got away – the man Becky still squirmed at the mere mention of, even 18 months after he’d packed his bags and flown halfway around the world to start a new life. I probably should have resented the hold he had over her, but jealousy had never really been a part of our arrangement. We were two like-minded souls in a company staffed almost exclusively by the dull and the moronic; it was an office fling whose genesis lay in necessity and circumstance, rather than any sort of romantic urge. If whispered fantasies about a threesome with her ex made her come even harder around my cock, that was just fine by me.

I scrambled out from the back row of the conference hall, mumbling apologies to the delegates who had to half-stand to let me past. My hand shook as I leaned against the door and remembered the last conversation we’d had about Sam.

“I want the two of you together,” she’d said. “I just adore that idea. I want to be completely at your mercy.”

I tapped out a quick response to her message on my phone. “Be up in five minutes. This had better not be a joke!”

The hotel lobby was empty as I floated across it, my mind already on the 15th floor. I followed a porter into the lift and swore under my breath as I saw him punch 7 on the dashboard – even one extra stop felt like it would add an eternity to the ascent. He threw an apologetic look my way as he wheeled the luggage cart out of the lift, as if he could sense my annoyance, but I was already jamming my thumb against the button to close the doors, thinking about all the scenarios we’d discussed, and wondering which of them was already under way above me.

The lift doors opened on the 15th floor and I reached into my pocket for Becky’s spare key card. Both of us enjoyed sneaking around behind our colleagues’ backs, even though in reality few would have cared had they known. Gossip didn’t really exist in our office, not least because it would have required imagination and curiosity about something other than the company’s profits. Even when a carpenter had to be called out one morning to fix the Managing Director’s desk, no-one seemed to suspect that its overnight collapse might have been triggered by the weight of our bodies as I bent Becky over and fucked her till we heard the first crack.

Thick carpet muffled my footsteps as I trotted down the corridor. Sunlight streamed in through the windows on my left, and I basked in its warmth; in the thrill of what I was about to do, and the prospect of a different, darker heat. I counted off the rooms on the right – 19, 20, 21, 22… – and as I got closer to number 28, I felt the blood start to pound in my ears.

A ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign hung on the door handle, even though the maid had long since finished her rounds: Becky was nothing if not thorough. I pressed my fingertips against the heavy wood in front of me and slowed my breathing, listening for the sound of hers – or his. Only the whirr of the air con broke the silence, its steady hum a counterpoint to the thumping in my chest.

I slid the key card into the lock and pushed down on the handle. The door made no sound as it swung open, but I did. My gasp was involuntary, a sharp intake of breath that was released as something between a sigh and a moan when I took in what I saw in front of me.

Becky lay on her back on the bed. She wore only the bracelet I’d bought for her birthday, and her spine was arched in pleasure as her fingers moved frantically over her cunt. Kneeling next to her was one of the most attractive men I’d ever seen. His hair was dark, and fell down almost as far as his muscled shoulders. He’d broken his nose at some point, but that merely lent his face an even fiercer aspect, as he stared down at Becky’s naked body.

His tanned arse flexed rhythmically; I watched the skin tighten and relax, setting off a chain reaction that flowed through his hips and pushed his hard cock forward, through his curled fist. Even from the doorway, I could see that one hand was barely enough to cover half his length, and I thought about the way Becky’s eyes always shone when she described it.

“It’s the best fucking cock I’ve ever seen. Seriously, his dick is huge and it’s always hard – I get wet just thinking about it.”

I tried not to stare as Sam turned and registered my presence.

“Hey man, I hope you don’t mind but we got going without you. Look at how much of a mess she is already. Come over here and get stuck in.”

I shrugged off my jacket and unbuttoned my shirt as I walked over to the bed. Becky lifted her head and our eyes met. I held her gaze, my face fixed in a deliberately impassive mask. She reached out a hand, but I stayed just out of reach, forcing myself to focus on my cuff links. I unhooked first one, then the other, and laid them on the bedside table. I stepped out of my shoes and Sam flashed me a lopsided smile.

“Ok, you do know how to make an entrance. Becky’s going to start humping the bed if you don’t hurry up with those.”

My belt buckle clinked as I opened it. My own cock strained against my boxers, and when I let my suit trousers fall to the floor Becky made a second attempt to grab me, her fingers clawing at the air as I stepped to one side. She tried to pull her arm back, but I held on to her wrist with one hand. I glanced at Sam, who gave a brief nod.

“I think I speak for both of us when I say that’s the last thing you do without our permission. You wanted to be at our mercy? Well maybe you should be careful what you wish for…”

I turned Becky’s arm over and pressed my thumb against her palm. With my other hand, I pulled at my boxers, lifting them over my erection till they slid down to join the suit trousers at my feet. Fully naked, I climbed up onto the bed, opposite Sam. Becky’s eyes closed in surrender, as we each took one of her nipples in our mouths…

Don’t know about you but I can’t wait for part two next week. For more of this week’s Masturbation Monday posts check out Kayla Lords’ site A Sexual Being – that’s where it all started – she’s the boss!

Ok, she could do this. Jenny eyed up the clothes she’d just taken off, piled neatly on the laundry basket in the corner. She’d thought about it enough, right? Thought about all the ways they could do this – all the ways they could fuck each other – how she wanted them to touch each other while she watched.

She drew in a deep breath and turned towards the sink. She needed to get her shit together. He was relying on her and she really didn’t want to let him down.

She wasn’t sure how long she’d be able to just watch though. She felt all twitchy and tingly just thinking about it.

She watched her hand squeeze her breast in the mirror above the sink; it felt heavy and ached. She was fairly sure watching them was going to blow the top of her head off. Her hand moved down her body until she cupped herself between her legs. Fuck! She couldn’t help rolling her hips, pressing her palm against her pussy.

She flushed the toilet. She’d said she needed to go, but really she’d needed a minute to herself. She didn’t want them to know that she’d felt a bit overwhelmed there for a moment, but it was all good now. Rolling her shoulders, she leant forward towards the mirror, checked her teeth and swiped her finger over her eyebrow, noting the flush on her cheeks and how her eyes burned with excitement.

“Right, let’s fucking do this!” She whispered to her reflection.

Opening the door, Jenny strode into the bedroom to see them naked and waiting. She watched them both stroke their hard cocks as they scanned her body. Oh dear, that was naughty of them.

“Hands behind your backs. Now.” Her voice was low and firm.

They stood facing each other about a foot apart. Watching them obey her, she felt the first small thrill of power settle on her shoulders.

“Step closer to each other. That’s it – keep going. Hands by your sides now.” She heard Dan’s small gasp as the tip of his cock touched Sean’s stomach. They were a similar height, so when she told them to stop, their mouths were only a few centimetres apart and their cocks were trapped between their bodies.

Slowly walking around them, she trailed her fingers across their broad shoulders, down the dip of their spines until she palmed their arses. Squeezing hard she sank her nails in and smiled when Dan squeaked. It had the desired effect – he jerked forwards rubbing his cock along Sean’s. The dual moans stroked right over her clit.

She watched them both surreptitiously rub against each other, loving seeing them so needy. Raising her hand, she brought it down hard on Dan’s firm arse. “Enough! Stand still.” She stroked the pink mark on his skin, felt the slight tremble go through his body. Oh, he was loving this: her beautiful, slutty, man.

“Kiss each other. I want to see lots of tongue, but keep your hands where they are for now.”

The men’s eyes met as Sean’s tongue tentatively ran across Dan’s lips. Their mouths came together for a soft first kiss.

“Yes, that’s it.” She breathed. God, that was horny. “More, come on.”

Dan finally closed his eyes, tilted his head and gave into it. It rapidly became a hard meeting of mouths, tongues lashing and battling each other for dominance. She stood close, listening to their breathing change, the little groans of appreciation and lust.

Placing a hand on each man’s back, she stroked their hot, damp skin, pushing them closer together until the front of their bodies were aligned.

Dan’s hands were clenched into fists at his side.

“Touch each other.” No sooner were the words out than they grabbed the others hips, sliding round to cup each others arse so they could grind their cocks against one another.

Jenny couldn’t look away from them. Her whole body throbbed with arousal seeing these two men so into each other. They were straining towards one another, sweating and grunting; desperate to come and she wanted them to. She wanted to see it.

“Sean, take hold of both your cocks.” He immediately followed her instruction, stepping back slightly to make room. Dan rested his hand on Sean’s hip. His head rolled back on his shoulders at the first stroke, eyes closed, lost in the moment.

Sean was looking down at the hold he had on their cocks. They were both thick and long so his hand stretched wide to work them both.

“Oh fuck, yeah!” Dan moaned.

“That good, baby?” She asked quietly.

“So good, Jenny… please, put your hands on me. I need to come.”

She watched his hips start to thrust into Sean’s hand: small, shallow thrusts, and knew he was close. Moving to stand behind him, she pressed herself against his back and arse. Her arms went around him, pinching and pulling his nipples. Then she ran her palms over his tightly clenched stomach. Their cocks had a gravitational pull for her, they both moaned her name when her hand took hold of them. She matched her rhythm to Sean’s.

“Come for me, both of you.”

She felt his body go rigid. Sean picked up the pace, solid, rough pulls that drew the heads of their cocks together. Over and over until Dan’s head fell forward onto Sean’s shoulder and he shouted out his release. Hot and wet, she continued to slide her hand over their cocks until Sean mirrored Dan’s posture.

He jerked and shuddered, “Fuck! Oh fuck, yeah!”

More warm come covered her hand. She wanted a taste. Soon.

Feeling Dan wobble, they let go and she ordered them both to the bed. They staggered over and flopped down on their backs.

Standing over them, hands on her hips, her pussy screaming for attention. She said, “Right, you’ve got two minutes recovery time. Then I want both of your faces between my legs…”

They rolled said faces towards her, grinning. “Yes, Mistress.”

She bit her lip. Cheeky bastards.

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